Chapter 69: not necessarily

"Now, please ask the first class in the first grade to draw the lottery!" On the rostrum, the vice president Xiong Chu stood up and said.
Huang Xiaolong and Lu Wei’s fourteen people said that they had drawn the ball.
Huang Xiaolong got the number four.
On the 4th, meaning that Huang Xiaolong’s opponent is the first of the four classes, a young boy named Yang Mingwei, who is 17 years old, has entered the college for eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong, and has reached the sixth stage late.
Late sixth stage!
When Li Wei saw that Huang Xiaolong had drawn it, it turned out to be No. 4, and he could not change his face.
"Little dragon, wait, or else, are you still?" Li Wei looked worried and didn't know how to speak.
"Nothing!" Huang Xiaolong heard the words and laughed. He knew what Li Wei wanted to say.
After Huang Xiaolong finished, he gave Li Wei a reassuring look and then slowly walked onto the stage with Yang Mingwei.
Came to the stage, Huang Xiaolong stood.
Yang Mingwei's skin is very white, looks handsome, looks at Huang Xiaolong, smiles: "Huang Xiaolong is it? I did not expect that my first opponent will be you, I heard that yesterday, even the fifth-order vine has been you The palm is almost abolished! But you are not my opponent now, you still take the initiative to admit defeat."
"Yes." Huang Xiaolong looked indifferent. However, he could see that Yang Mingwei did not mean ridicule. It was "good heart" to persuade himself to take the initiative to admit defeat.
"Get out." Huang Xiaolong looked at the other side, and then said.
Yang Mingwei stunned and then shook his head: "Since you still don't give up, well, I am shooting now, you have to be careful!" After that, the body's vindictive power is released, and the body shape flashes, and it has come to Huang Xiaolong, a fist To the chest of Huang Xiaolong.
When Huang Xiaolong saw it, he raised his hand and greeted Luo Hanquan.
"Boom!" Then, Yang Mingwei's body shocked, and even stepped back a few steps to stabilize.
Everyone stays.
"You, sixth order? How is it possible?!" Yang Mingwei couldn't believe to look at Huang Xiaolong, loose the right arm that had just struck with Huang Xiaolong, and his right arm trembled a little, only to feel numb.
After everyone stayed, they sucked in the air and there was a mad commotion.
"This Huang Xiaolong, he actually reached the sixth order! How old is it?!"
"Lian Yang Mingwei was shocked by him!"
"This is too enchanting, too horrible!"
Even on the rostrum, King Lu Zhe, and Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu and others were shocked and couldn't believe it, especially Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu's eyes were wide, his mouth was wide open, and his expression was exaggerated.
Yesterday, the square, Huang Xiaolong defeated Jiang Teng, has already shocked Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu, but in the eyes of the two, Huang Xiaolong is also in the late fifth stage, and later in the peak, now even the late sixth stage of Yang Mingwei is Huang Xiaolong shocked back!
What is this concept? !
After the shock, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu both trembled and excited. The two even had the urge to rush to Huang Xiaolong in front of Huang Xiaolong.
When everyone was shocked, Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Mingwei and said: "You still use all your strength." Huang Xiaolong can see that Yang Mingwei did not use all his strength. Otherwise, he could not easily retreat him.
Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong. The previous contempt heart completely disappeared. Instead, he was dignified. Just a blow, let him know that Huang Xiaolong has enough strength to be his opponent.
"That's good, I take back my previous words." Yang Mingwei said: "You are qualified to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong, I will use all my strength to fight him, I hope that you can fight with me with all strength. !"
After Yang Mingwei finished, the whole body shined up, and there was a person behind him, a giant wearing a red gold armor and sitting there!
This is the martial arts of Yang Mingwei!
A person!
To be exact, it is an ancient race!
Yang Mingwei's Wuhun is an ancient ethnic martial art called Immortal King. It is said that many ethnic groups were abandoned by the Protoss in ancient times, and the Mingwang is one of them.
The ethnic martial arts are also among the martial arts, and in general, the ethnic martial arts are high-level martial arts.
The immortal king like Yang Mingwei is the top ten martial arts.
Of course, the first grade of fourteen classes, the first of each class, generally have ten first-class or top-level martial arts, if not such a talent is not likely to win the class first.
Yang Mingwei summoned the martial arts to the Ming Dynasty, and suddenly there was a golden circle behind him. His body shape flashed and he suddenly slammed into Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong’s figure flashed and he slammed into a punch and the two collided.
The temper is stirring and the airflow is rolling.
This time, Yang Mingwei was still a few steps back from Huang Xiaolong.
When everyone saw it, it was a big surprise.
Those who do not move the martial arts of the Ming dynasty, recalling the Ming Wang, whether it is the physical strength or the defense, are stronger than the same-order strong, but Huang Xiaolong can still shake it off. Huang Xiaolong’s physical strength is not better than Yang Mingwei. Still stronger? ! Moreover, Huang Xiaolong still does not call Wuhun.
After Huang Xiaolong punched Yang Mingwei again, his body flashed and he came to the other side, and his palm was printed on the chest of the other party.
"Don't move the king's golden circle!" When Huang Xiaolong's palm print was printed on Yang Mingwei's chest, Yang Mingwei's eyes flashed through the golden mans, and the golden circle suddenly rose after him, and his body continued to rotate, forming a defensive circle, Huang Xiaolong's palm print. Hit the golden circle, as if hitting the hard iron wall.
"You can't break my defense!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong: "Only the seventh order can break my open gold circle!"
Do not move the king gold circle!
This is the life-threatening skills of Yang Mingwei's martial arts.
Yang Mingwei and the enemy against the enemy, after exerting the Ming Dynasty gold circle, with his current strength, only seven steps can break his defense.
"Broken?" Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent: "Not necessarily!" After that, the palm of the palm printed on Yang Mingwei's chest suddenly pressed forward, and a fearful feminine force suddenly rushed into Yang Mingwei through the immortal king gold circle. .
Yang Mingwei's eyes widened, his body trembled, and he retreated backwards, until he retreated to the top of the stage to stabilize, and his mouth bleeds.
Everyone on the stage saw it, and it was awkward.
"You, this is what fighting skills, can actually break my unclear king gold circle!" Yang Mingwei is difficult to channel.
This is the terrible thing of the palms. Even if the palms are struck by the two walls, they can fly each other, and the wall has nothing to do.
Huang Xiaolong did not answer, and his figure flashed again. He came to the other side and shot it again. Yang Mingwei was shocked. When he just wanted to dodge, he was shot by Huang Xiaolong, and his figure fell and fell to the stage.
Yang Mingwei defeated!
Everyone looked at Yang Mingwei, who had fallen down the stage. He hadn’t reacted for a long time. After a while, a piece of noise rang, and Yang Mingwei lost! Moreover, Huang Xiaolong actually won so easily, even Wu Wu was not called.